Be a sick and weak noble son in Daqin

Mr. Wang Xu felt that his little apprentice was unmatched in the world, and Wei Gong was able to touch his precious brother to the sky. It was rare for two people who had never lived together peacefully to reach an agreement. Get in.

He is not good, he is not worthy, he is really no match for Mencius, please stop talking about it.

The young man was about to cry when he was blown by his brother and the teacher's irrelevant rainbow fart. Now he would rather these two people get together and quarrel than listen to it. God, that's Mencius, known as "Ya Shenggong" and Confucius collectively called "Confucius and Mencius", Mencius, do you know something in your heart?

Blessings never come together, and misfortunes never come singly. Just when Wei Ji was about to close himself, another voice came from outside the door. It was none other than his brother and his teacher, Meng Ke, who was nothing compared to him, and Meng Ke. Ke's teacher, a direct descendant of Confucius, and Mr. Zijing, the current Minister of Wei.

The middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor saw the frame at the door and guessed that their master was here. He straightened his sleeves and came in to greet the newly recruited students.

"Sir, you don't need to be too polite." Duke Wei helped him up, and glanced at the [-]- or [-]-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth beside him, and he was sure that this kid was happier than his precious brother in terms of appearance.

Wei Ji really lost his temper with his elder brother, so he brought his eldest nephew to meet Mr. Zijing. No matter how he looked at it, the two of them had to stand upright in front of Mr. Zijing.

Kong Ji patted his apprentice on the shoulder and asked him to come out to greet everyone, then he looked at Wei Ji and said with a smile, "How is your son?"

Mr. Wang Xu guarded his apprentice behind him, looked at this uninvited guy, and said in a bad tone, "Aren't you asking the question knowingly?"

"You're just jealous that I accepted a good student." Kong Ji smiled and shook his head, seeing the vigilant look of the old man, he always felt that something was wrong.

Your Majesty hasn't spoken yet, what is this person in a hurry for?

Wei Gong just smiled and didn't speak, feeling that the outside was gradually getting hotter, afraid that the baby brother's body would not be able to bear it, so he motioned for the big guy to sit down in the room and continue talking.

Mr. Wang Xu pinched his beard, walked around shaking his head, his eyes were almost invisible when he smiled, "The old man recently accepted a closed disciple."

he jealous?There is nothing in this world that can make him jealous!

This boy Meng Ke looks really good, but he is still incomparable with his family Ji'er. Is there anyone in the world who is more talented than Young Master Ji?No!

Kong Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at the complacent old man, he seemed to have guessed what this guy was thinking for a moment, he was so strict with Young Master Ji just now, isn't this closed disciple not Young Master Ji?

The gentle and refined middle-aged man looked at Wei Gong who was sitting on the main seat in surprise, and couldn't believe that their family's lord was willing to give his precious brother to this old man as his apprentice.

Mr. Wang Xu has lived in Diqiu for more than ten years, and he has always quarreled with his family Junshang within a few words. He hadn't said anything about letting his son Ji learn as a teacher in Diqiu for so many years, so he left for a long time. For a long time, could it be that he deliberately chose to speak when the emperor was not by his side?

If that's the case, Your Majesty shouldn't have reacted like this.

Kong Ji sat down next to him with some doubts, looked at Wei Gong who was in a very good mood, and then at the complacent old man, shook his head, turned his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. care."

"Teacher, don't worry, students don't have to worry." Meng Ke also lowered his voice, answered and sat up straight. After all, he is a teenage boy, and he is used to pride on weekdays. It must be a bit uncomfortable to hear others say that he is not good. Happy.

Wei Ji sat down next to his elder brother, and felt that the eyes on him were not so friendly. He had no choice but to say nothing. Their teacher hadn't gotten over the novelty of accepting a new apprentice. What could he do? Very desperate.

Mr. Wang Xu and Mr. Zijing continued to quarrel after they sat down. The tit-for-tat confrontation between intellectuals is very different from the quarrel in the market. Wei Gong is happy and at ease, and the trivial matters in the court are not as interesting as they are now.

The bosses were arguing and others couldn't get in the way. Wei Ji just listened to the side, but he heard something wrong again. The two bosses were still arguing about the Confucian classics, why did they jump in the blink of an eye? Reached the top of the Thousand Characters?

Kong Ji didn't feel much about Wang Xu's acceptance of Young Master Ji as a closed disciple. Although Young Master Ji is smart, in his heart, his new apprentice is more desirable.

There are not many disciples who can inherit the family learning, one or two are enough. Meng Ke has a pure heart, just like his ancestor Confucius. If there is no accident, he will definitely bring Confucianism to a higher level in the future.

However, Mr. Zi Jing, who was always calm and calm from the beginning to the end, immediately grabbed a handful of his beard with his fingertips after hearing that "Thousand Characters" was written by Wei Ji.

Many of the sentences in that article about the cultivation of a gentleman in Confucianism should have been written by a great Confucianist. If it was really written by Gongzi Ji, it would be a waste of money to be Wang Xu's apprentice.

"Guigu's sect pays attention to diplomatic relations and mediation. As a son, you don't need to work so hard. Why should you wrong yourself so much?" Kong Ji was heartbroken, and looked at Wei Ji, who was sitting next to their lord, and advised, "Weiguo is the country of gentlemen. , has always been governed by Confucianism, why don't you change your family?"

"Kong Ji, if you can't compare with your apprentice, you want to rob your apprentice. Do you want the face of the Kong family?" Mr. Wang Xu widened his eyes, looking at the guy who wanted to rob his apprentice in front of him, there was a big disagreement Just copy the guy's posture.

What happened to the emphasis on diplomatic relations?Is it wrong for Ji'er to learn more as the prince of the state of Wei?It is hopeless for Wei Guozhen to follow etiquette and use Confucian methods to govern the country.

The debates among the schools were already fierce, especially those of the articulate generation like Wang Xu and Kong Ji. If they really wanted to start arguing in a serious way, those just now were not enough.

Confucianism values ​​etiquette, Guiguzi doesn't care about these things at all, his disciples can't wait to disrupt the world so they can take advantage of the trend, and Confucianism can be said to be two extremes, no matter how good the personal relationship is, mentioning these things can still tear apart thousands of troops Momentum comes.

Even Meng Ke, who was smiling on the surface but not very happy just now, has changed his expression now. Although he is proud, he is not jealous of the virtuous and capable. Gongzi Ji has a deep understanding of Confucian benevolence and righteousness, and he can write "Thousand Characters". For general articles, his knowledge is indeed superior to his. In this case, there is no problem with Mr. Guigu's words just now.

The young man looked at his teacher with glowing eyes, very much looking forward to the teacher's success in the first place, and snatching the talented son Ji over to him as his brother.

The atmosphere in the room became fierce in an instant, swords and swords could be seen everywhere, and it was almost the same as the confrontation between the two armies before the battle. Wei Ji quietly tugged on his brother's sleeve, "Brother, don't you care?"

"It's okay. The more they quarrel, the stronger our Ji'er is. It's good to watch from the side. They have a sense of proportion and won't kill anyone." Wei Gong drank his tea slowly, and he was no stranger to this kind of scene.

Although Emperor Qiu did not build the Jixia Academy like Linzi, disputes among various schools were not uncommon. After all, there are many powerful and wise men who live in seclusion here, and they may quarrel in public when they encounter people with different ideas.

Wei Ji sighed helplessly, he had nothing to do in this situation, he could only watch the old man quarrel with others when he was old and strong. There is no way out.

Maybe it was a mistake for him to become a teacher in the first place.

Wei Ji sighed quietly, feeling that the two bosses would not end in a short time, and regretted going out with his brother today, wouldn't it be good to rest at home on a hot day?

The teacher has lived in Diqiu longer than him, and there is no loneliness at all. This spirit looks much better than him.

"Uncle, do you have any other articles that are easier to learn?" Tai Zixi propped up his face and looked at their uncle's eyes full of regret. If he was born ten years later, he would not have to suffer so much in his studies these years up.

Good thing now, he has passed the stage of enlightenment, and the next thing he needs to learn is those obscure things, but other children in the public family can be easily enlightened. I am really envious, jealous, and uncomfortable. .

Wei Ji patted his eldest nephew on the head, smiled and shook his head under the expectant eyes of the young boy, "No more, just learn what you should learn, don't think about playing tricks."

Prince Xi turned his head in disappointment, and continued to concentrate on listening to the argument of the two great talents below. In his heart, he wanted their uncle to stay in Diqiu, and when he was free, he would compile some books for the benefit of children all over the world. Staying happy at home is fine even without a teacher.

Wei Ji sat there with a strong smile, feeling the gazes of the two bosses and a future boss falling on him from time to time, trying again to get his brother to stop him.

However, Wei Gong was happy to hear others praise his baby, and wished that these two could be transferred to the court to let everyone know how good his baby brother is.

Kong’s prestige in the Central Plains is very high, not only in Weiguo, Qilu Song and other countries respect Kong’s family, although Kong Ji is the prime minister in Weiguo, he doesn’t really interfere with political affairs, so the government and the public don’t call him by official name. Said Mr.

He himself doesn't have much feeling for all the schools in the world, anyway, no matter which school is in Weiguo, it has no place to play.

Wei Ji was sitting on pins and needles in the room, but fortunately, a servant came running outside after a while, with an anxious look on his face, as if he had something urgent to do.

Wei Gong was in high spirits when he heard it, and was a little unhappy to be interrupted, but after hearing what the servant said, all the unhappiness was replaced by shock, "Say it again, who is here?"

"Back to your majesty, the person who came here reported his family name, saying that he is the son of the state of Qin." The servant was also very flustered. God knew that the majesty had said that Qin would not come in half a month. Someone came to report that a group of light cavalry came to Diqiu like deserters. If they hadn't confirmed that there was only this group of people within a few miles, they would even think that there was a tiger chasing after them.

After the head man reported his name, the city gate order became even more panicked, and sent someone to the palace to deliver the news, and then called out all the city gate guards to take precautions. Could this disgraced guy who looks like he was fleeing from a refugee be the son of Qin?

Facts have proved that no matter how much he looks like a refugee, Gongziqian is still Gongziqian, and no one dares to impersonate him.

They drove day and night, and after leaving Hangu Pass, the speed was even faster. If the horses didn't need to rest, they would have been able to reach Diqiu yesterday.

Slowly running is not in line with the nature of their Qin people. Hurrying must look like hurrying. Is it called hurrying?

Outside the city gate, Young Master Qian looked at the bustling city against the sun, slapped his thigh and sighed, "No wonder Wei Gong asked to bring more people, Wei Guo is rich."

The 50-person team who had never been abroad sighed, their eyes were glued to the merchants who came and went, they deserved to be a Wei country, and they were rich!

The author has something to say: Wei Gong (grinding teeth): I am ashamed to say that fifty people are called too many, promising!